Cook Peninsula, Butt Cheeks and Queenstown

Next day we made our way back to Queenstown by way of the Cook Peninsula (actually called Cook Island for quite a while until someone realised it wasn't). As ever the drive into Queenstown was beautiful, and this time even better cos there was a proper amount of sun! Taxi (the Stray driver ahead) had told Princess (our driver) that he wanted a flash when we drove in...however, things kind of went a bit further when Princess whipped-off her top and bra and drove along the Queenstown highstreet baring all! It was hilarious how many double-takes people walking by made, and how many almost walked backwards into others whilst staring! As we drew near to the hostel the lads all got involved too, baring their butts for all sat outside to see! Makes you feel about 15 again - amazing!

No more than 20 minutes after we'd checked in the rain started to lash-down, spurring another indoor night. Upsettingly that meant a night with a slap-up meal and a box of red wine, stupidly shared between only three of us! Another night in Altitude Bar was on the cards, this time with far too much Karaoke which I don't remember...